How could they hate this beauty?
They have never seen the color of your eyes, illuminated by the sun,
Never felt your breath, soft against my neck
They do not know the sweet taste of your kiss
Have not heard the melody of your words
They try to take away what they don’t understand
What they can’t have.
How could they hate this beauty?
Jan 14, 2025
Jan 14, 2025 at 9:39 AM UTC
A Galilean has met the cross
His followers, all hope is lost
A crucifix, stuck in the mud
The ground beneath: soaked with blood.
The King of Jews, the cross it reads
The Romans laugh while he breaths
Forgive them Father, out he calls
And when he dies the temple falls.
His body hangs from the tree
And with his life he pays the fee
Of those who walk in evil's path
So they shan't feel Satan's wrath.
Another man from Bethany
Sings a separate melody
Although he finds his own tree
He swings from it far from free.
This man's greed bought him in
Forever known in history's sin
His death had paid no holy price
Nor did it win him paradise
Judas was this man's name
The silver coins won his fame
And while the Lord rises soon
Judas meets a lonely tomb.
Jan 14, 2025
Jan 14, 2025 at 9:29 AM UTC
The car silently speeds down the dark road
Eyes. It seems like thousands
Suddenly they blink in the path
The car swirls like a hurricane
Finding its way to the shoulder
Then it is all silent again
Snow gently falls on broken glass
The eyes are now unblinking
Only there’s two now
They lay open on the cold asphalt
The ground smeared with blood
What have you done?
Could you not step away from it?
Could you not stop yourself?
You drag the deer to the side of the road
You want to cover your ears as the antlers scrape the ground
A horrible noise.
What have you done?
How could you have not seen it?
How could you have not known?
It did nothing to you.
Jan 14, 2025
Jan 14, 2025 at 9:28 AM UTC